1. "Clare" - Chapter 7:- Dating Karen - "Dressing for a Meal”


    Date: 9/23/2023, Categories: Novels, Author: wxt55uk 

    ... arrangements and then a phone call to my mum saying I did not need her car tonight. We were trying a new club in town, and I might be a little late home.

It was nice for once to tell her the truth and not alittle lie. Though there was no doubt she would have been shocked by what I was wearing and the sort of private club I would be attending tonight. However, there was one thing we both had in common. Just like me, my mum would have called the club OXO after the stock cube.

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With everything in place and an hour to kill, Brenda and I sat there chatting and drinking a glass of champagne. It was a drink I could get used to.

My flat cap had gone. My hair was now in a ponytail, and as we talked, I realised every item of clothing I wore had been bought by Brenda. It was a strange feeling, as with my mum's help, I had been buying my own clothes since I was fourteen and I told Brenda just that.

She smiled at me, then mentioned that I might need to get used to it. Then she produced, with a grin, a beautiful silver anklet. It was made up of three chains; the top one had Brenda’s name on it, the middle one mine and the lowest Karen’s. It wasn’t as subtle as the o-X-o membership card, but I liked it and understood it. Brenda fastened it around my right ankle, though it was somewhat hidden by my jeans.

It wasn’t long before the door buzzer went, and Brenda let in a lady dressed in a light grey old-fashioned chauffeur uniform. Complete with a gold braided jacket, ...
    ... driver's cap and britches. I tried my best not to laugh, but she had dressed so typically Brenda, over the top.

But in a way, the chauffeur and I had both dressed for Brenda; it was my girlfriend’s way, having people dress the part like we were playing roles within her unique world.

Brenda introduced me to Donna, our driver, and another of her list of ever-expanding lesbian friends. It was explained to me that she occasionally drove Brenda to events in one of her special cars, especially ones in town. She was talking about London.

Donna was a lesbian. Brenda made that very clear in her unique way, her exact words, “Donna likes to fuck other girls.”

Our driver was attractive, mid-thirties and had dark short hair, a medium build and brown eyes. Though, at five foot two, maybe a little shorter than girls, which I was naturally attracted to.

With seven o’clock fast approaching, we all went down to see this special car. Brenda had told me it was a short limousine and one of four cars she had garaged; the others were a gold Bentley, a red Ferrari, and a yellow Volkswagen minibus. The last one was kept purely for nostalgia.

What she did not tell me was the short limousine was bright violet and had blue lights under it, which Donna turned on and then off. I giggled. The car was clearly like Brenda: overstated, unique.

Inside, it was more of the same: two bench seats, a table, and a bar with a bottle of champagne on it. Towards the front, a bed just behind the ...
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